Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles

In Long Beach for a conference, and last night, went to Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles for dinner. Absolutely delicious. We both had 1/4 fried chicken and 2 waffles with a big bowl of gravy on the side.

The chicken was perfectly fried. The skin was tasty - not too greasy and crunch enough to dip into the gravy and still maintain its integrity. The meat wasn't greasy, but moist and tasy. The waffles were served with a two giant dollops of butter (might have been margarine) and two shot-sized vats of syrup. They had a taste of cinnamon. So, so good.

After dinner, Gabe and I drove down the main strip of Long Beach, which has actually been developed into a cute little downtown feel with a nice vibe, albeit with chain restaurants. If I didn't know that Long Beach were in LA, I might actually kind of like it. We ended up going to hooters, kind of ironic since neither of us are that interested in girls with few brains, big chests and tight little shorts ;) I did wonder how guys could even feign interest in sports on TV when there was plenty of other stuff to watch in the bar...

In a most amazing coincidence ever, we were served fried chicken at lunch. Well, I would have been had I not decided to go out to lunch with some colleagues. But still...I haven't had fried chicken in at least 5 years, and now, the possiblity of fried chicken two days in a row!

a bit ignored...

Sadly, the blog has been ignored of late. I've found a new home in San Francisco (Hayes Valley, conveniently located about 4 blocks from Citizen Cake) and am now packing up all of my worldly belongings.

I need to take pictures. I have too much stuff. Before packing, I didn't think I had a lot...but now, have realized that my amount of physical possessions is absolutely unreal. I did clean out before packing, and have been getting rid of stuff, but need to do a major cleaning out as I unpack. It should happen...at this point, I'm so numb, I'm just throwing stuff into boxes.

As of tomorrow, I should be habiting my new home in San Francisco, surrounded by too many boxes (this time, I'll count how many I have).

tidbit, pizza

Found an apartment in San Francisco, Hayes Valley to be exact. I'm very excited...now, just need to pack my stuff, hire movers and get ready to go. A little stressful, but now that I have a place, it has settled into a manageable level of stress.

Pizza has been on my mind a lot lately. It all started with a new cookbook, the Cooks Illustrated Baker's book (or something like that). A big section was devoted to pizza, which made me start to think, and since I tend to like to talk about what's on my mind, entered conversations.

Caroline invited me to dinner last weekend, and happily for me, she made pizza. Caroline is British, so definitely has had different pizza experiences than the common American. She crafted a Neapolitan style pie, with tomato sauce, fresh mozarella cheese, capers, red onions and anchovies. It was delicious - I'm sure that I ate too much.